"But it means a lot to me," she said. "Can you take her out tomorrow afternoon."I mentally reviewed my schedule then said, "Yes, sure." Do you drive?"...she asked."Yes," I answered."Then tomorrow, I will pick you up at your house then I will give you the car," she said. "When you are back, I will drive you back home." Oh, that's not necessary," I said. "We can take a cab or my dad's car." No, no, no," she said, shaking her head emphatically. "You are going to use my car."She got off the bed and. We both worked hard and earned a good wage. I saved hard to try to get a house of my own but soon realised it would take a long time.I was very comfortable living with Paul and really enjoyed his company. We had become just like a married couple but without the sex.I've always been very highly sexed and missed it like crazy. I masturbate daily and have a collection of sex toys. But I certainly miss the touch and feel of a good hard cock inside my fanny.I often hear Paul masturbating in his room. I smiled at him and turned to look out of the windshield. As we drove up to the restaurant I gaped, again. "Taylor, why are we at Gregori's?!" I asked, shocked."I was talking to Lynn the other day — you know Lynn — and she mentioned that you loved Gregori's and it surprised me. I happen to love their shrimp alfredo," he said, squeezing my leg. I reached down and gripped his hand with mine."Thank you," I whispered, leaning over and kissing him quickly. "Are we going in?" I asked."Of course," he. She had realized that each time he bared himself. Her dreams allowed her to touch the warm stretch of skin covering his strength, follow the path of fine hairs downward, and celebrate the feel of him in her hands. She could kiss the scarring on his back. The dream would end but her hands and lips would still feel him. What hung between his thighs was no dream. Iona witnessed the beauty of that flesh. Some God had given Kieren a great gift. Iona wished her dreams would include the feel of him.